not necessarily. my iranian friend keeps calling me and i haven't had a spare fifteen minutes to get back to her. if this was just about anyone else, i'd call'em up and explain i'm busy. but with a person who grew up in iran?
forget about it.
asking about each other's family easily takes up the first ten minutes. she's left three voicemail msgs in the last three days, with the last one asking me if i'm mad at her. blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghghghghhghgh!
my talented friend curtistiegs submitted this to threadless and it is divine, so please go vote $5 for it:
i missed the beirut concert tonight. but i'm going to cadence weapon on saturday and doing a concert review.
i've been working here a lot.
things get too political. and i learn way too much about people. this is what happens when too many people trust you with their secrets. your conversations become very sticky like peanut butter except instead of it clamping down your mouth, you have to be careful with your newly loose tongue.
school is eating me alive, the fulcrum more so. i wish i could watch the gilmore girls.
ps. i found the usb wire, but now my camera is fuxored. this has made bloggin so bloody difficult you have no idea. i miss photos.
ok, so a real update? in my awesomest class ever (human sexuality), i get to discuss 7 month olds having orgasms and whether or not that's considered sexual .
see you next, whenever.... with or without photos. BLAGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH.
